Those Were The Days Lyrics - Genius

Those were the days, back in junior high 

For an 8th grader, my style was kinda fly 

And just to prove I was an mc pro 

I often sponsored a classroom show 

And the hype part of my imagination 

Was making my homeroom a hip hop station 

Minutes before the late bell would ring 

I would greet the audience and then I'll swing 

A lyric or two as the students barked 

Beacuse my rhymes had sparked 

Off somethign causing the class to mingle 

To a rhythm which is now a 12" single 

Letting off many styles of hip hop 

Holding the mic that I made in wood shop 

Forget gold, my key chain was a cable 

Two math textbooks were turntables 

And for a mixer, something much cooler 

A penny being cross faded on a ruler 

Measuring dope beats that were flexed 

From hands that played a drum roll on a desk 

From my home girl, her name, fly as emory 

Sweet memory 

I remember sitting in my art class 

Drawing up lyrics kinda fast 

The outcome, a masterpiece 

Live shows with hyped up rhymes released 

As if lyrics were flowing from the heavens above 

I'll grab a mic and provoke a push to a shove 

From boys and girls who broke necks to see 

The lyrics g.o.d. 

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Those were the days 

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Now it's high school, lunch room's the scene 

And I'm ready to flip the routing 

In the cafeteria, period three 

And here I come with the jvc 

I go in my pocket and pull out a mic 

Plug it in, check one-two...alright 

Now who wanna show and prove their mc skills? 

A brother stepped forward and tried to get ill 

But when it came time to live out his name 

He kicked rhymes that all sounded the same 

But I did him in with a matter of time 

And he was done with one victorious rhyme 

He was shocked because he knew he was rocked 

Along with his classmates from off his block 

Yo!, I'm telling you, I flipped his whole crew 

One against one or one against two 

Or three or four brothers who swore they can rhyme 

Battled me and got taken out every time 

From my style and my dope profile 

Plus the period of time that I rocked for awhile 

As a motivated, dominated supreme force 

Cultivated, activated cream and source 

The wise educated and born to be 

The one who would flip an mc 

Those were the days